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White lips, pale face, breathing in the snow flakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Lights gone, Days end, struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men and they say shes in the class a-team stuck in her daydream been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking waisting crumbeling like pasrys but they scream the worst things in life come free to us cos were just under the upper hand i'd go mad for a couple grams but she don't wanna go out-side tonigh and in a pipe she flys to the mother land oh sells love to another man but she don't wanna go out side tonight. All magistrates dont have it me If the funds arent available, make alliances Start taking calls, thats better then JD sports, innit, with the choice the make is yours, is it, Just know that the roads in the game are all think otherwise, couple gun shots might change your thoughts, now the yoots that you fought are a dancing, werent right for you, not even the tamest horse shook, don't wanna engage in war, But that ain't what they used to say before Now you're on your chase wanna change your course But they're at your yard, straight door to door. ..(ed sheeran sings) ( Trust me, i've seen it happen so many times you get me) outside, now I seen it happen so many times, you get me The angels to fly, like I know the last stars glamorous in that part Angels die Where I'm from you don't see angels Or you do, and the road takes them And places them in a messed up situation And kids are amazing but Not when you got 8 of them (nah) Struggling to provide plates for them Social end up taking them Now you can't take the stress Beautiful girls raised in the ends (yeahh) Abusive background, caught up in a bad crowd Picked up and dashed down In the zones, happens to so many of them Beautiful, looks could have make them millions now they can't even make a penny again imagine i would have wified any of them f**king hell I used see them at every event And this shit's so sad man see why we're losing and it's too cold outside (mad ting, trust me) the angels can't fly Imagine that, never ending cycle, (trust) just under the upper hand And goes mad for a couple grams She don't wanna goooo outside, tonight "Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the mother land, and Sell Love to another man Its too cold outside, for angels to fly. Thanks to Andrei |